Imagine dancing on a moving bus. A crowded bus. In Bogotá traffic. I'll say just one thing...
you have to hold on.
My first night of not just falling into bed exhausted, I joined a fellow teacher and some of his friends for a birthday party. We boarded a party bus, called a chiva rumbera. It looked something like this:
After an hour of salsa, reggaetón, and a couple rounds of a Spanish birthday song, sung forehead to forehead with the birthday boy; a trip to a mountain lookout to see the lights of Bogotá; and a few shouts of "qué divina!" at passing female pedestrians, we arrived at a restaurant/bar to conclude the night with some salsa dancing on tierra sólida.
Today, after a walk from Calle 138 to Calle 100 and some delicious Colombian soups, I am exhausted. Thankfully, my mattress arrived...and the doorman took pity on our floor-sleeping situation and so let the delivery guys in against the rules. Yes, we live in the burbs. Hardly bummed because: sweet place, close(ish) to work.
Tomorrow is the last day before we meet our students. I got first graders. After I got over some disappointment at not being able to use my training with older students, I am excited to meet them and take off running. Or walking. Politely. In red and navy blue track suits.